Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Thailand and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Magma. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.